A few hours before….
Nick could hear her voice as he barreled down the stairs.
'Yes, ok…I can do the deposition between three and five tomorrow just let me uh know when y-'
He pulled her phone out of her hand, cutting her off, 'what the hell do you think you're doing?'
Adalind reached for her phone, pulling it out of his hand, 'falling in love, I didn't know that was against the law.'
'I'm only going to say this once, you stay outa his life,' she scoffed at him and started to walk away, he grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him, 'hey, I hope you're listening.'
'Did it ever occur to you that this is exactly what it looks like?' Adalind said smiling.
He smirked arrogantly at her and shook his head, 'no, never…you're a liar.'
'Because I'm not telling him everything? Guess you speak from experience,' Adalind said smugly.
'I'm not going to let this happen,' he told her fiercely.
'Try and stop it,' she snarled back before attempting to walk away again. He tightened his hand on her arm and their eyes caught and held. He wanted to strangle her, she smelled so good. He wanted to press his lips to hers and suck the breath out of her.
Before he knew it, he had pulled her into the men's room and threw her up against the door. He vaguely recalled hearing her phone clatter to the floor. His mouth finding hers immediately, as she gasped in surprise and he used the opportunity to shove his tongue into her mouth, seeking hers.
The moment their tongues met something shifted in him, the kiss went from frantic to sensual, she moaned, and he felt it run down his spine. His hands roamed up and down her body and she clenched his lapels tightly in both hands. He wasn't sure how long he kissed her but when he pulled back slightly to catch his breath, he left his forehead pressed against hers, their noses touching. He felt high but strangely in control. They were both panting, breathing in the same air, 'I want to fuck you,' he sounded like his throat was made of gravel, his lips grazing hers when he spoke.
'What's stopping you?' She asked back. His eyes widened as they bore into hers, he hadn't expected her to allow it but, he was powerless to stop himself. His eyes never leaving hers, he ran his hands down her sides and grasped the skirt of her dress in both hands bunching it in his fists as he pulled it up just far enough to run on hand over her lace covered center. He groaned and his eyes rolled back into his head when he felt the fabric. She was already so wet, 'fuck,' he mumbled, sliding his fingers to the top edge of her panties, then slid his fingers in slowly. He growled softly when he heard her gasp. He pushed his forehead against her shoulder.
She was wet and she was bare and shit, he almost came in his pants, 'oh God Nick,' she breathed out and threw her head back with a thud against the door. His fingers running up and down her slit until they were soaked, 'Jesus,' he moaned sliding in first one finger slowly then another and working them until he felt her tighten around them and stiffen. She was hot and wet and damn if she was this tight around his fingers, he couldn't imagine how tight she would be around his dick. The soft mewing noises she was making was driving him crazy. 'That's its baby, give it to me,' he buried his face in her neck sucking, nipping and kissing her until she clenched down around his fingers, her trembling stopped, and her breathing evened out.
He moved his mouth back to hers and sought out her warm wet tongue again, 'I want to, fuck I need to…' he felt delirious.
'Fuck me Nick,' she whispered against his lips. He opened his eyes and sought out hers, he had to know if she meant it. Whatever he was looking for there, he found.
He spun her to face the counter. His eyes met her in the mirror. Grabbing her hands placed them palm down against it silently commanding her to leave them right there. He ran his hands back over her hips pulling her dress up farther, bunching it up around her waist.
Slowly he reached up and pulled her hair over one shoulder and burying his chin in her neck, his eyes never leaving hers, he slowly reached for her hips again, hooking his fingers down the sides of her panties. He slid them down just far enough to stretch between her thighs, then he kicked out her feet wider. He swore he heard a few seems on them pop. His eyes continued to bore into hers. Neither able to look away. It was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced.
Staying draped over her back, he reached for his own buckle, never breaking eye contact with her, and started undoing his slacks, he could feel her squirming beneath him.
Hearing his buckle clink sent a shiver down her spine. He got them down just far enough that he could grab himself at the base of his cock, he ran it along her sopping wet slit. She gasped and her eyes started to close, 'keep them open,' he said, his voice husky with need. He wasn't sure how long he would be able to last, he'd never wanted any woman so much.
'Beg me to let you cum,' he growled to her, his eyes boring into hers.
Hers were burning with the desire he felt, but she narrowed them slightly, 'see if you can make me cum,' she challenged biting her lip.
He smirked back, thrilled by the challenge, 'already got one out of you,' he said with dominance.
'Maybe that's all you're going to get,' she countered with a smirk of her own.
His smile grew and he bit his bottom lip, 'we'll see,' he whispered, as he ran his nose up behind her ear. He heard her exhale sharply.
His heart was pounding, thudding in his chest. He bit her neck as he held her by her hips and slid into her quickly. He froze for a moment letting them both get used to feeling each other before sliding in and out in a steady rhythm. Their harsh breath and the slap of their skin was the only thing he could hear.
Their eyes still connected in the mirror, he saw hers start to close again, and he stopped moving 'I said keep them open' he physically felt a spark when he kissed her neck this time, the air around them crackled and he swore he could see sparks as well as feel them.
'Move, Nick,' she commanded, snarling at him.
He dropped his head and placed his forehead against her shoulder both hands tight on her hips. Groaning he slid out of her, she made a sound of protest before he was turning her and propping her up in front of him against the counter. Sliding her panties off one leg.
He spread her legs and hooked her knees over each of his elbows. His hands returned to her hips and he held onto her tight. As he entered her again, he took her lips urgently, their tongues gliding together, wet and warm and teasing. She held herself up with one hand and clasped the other behind his neck to hold him in place. His lips against hers.
The feel of his hips between her thighs was almost more than he could handle. He could feel her tightening again and knew she was close to the orgasm she challenged him to give her. He pulled his mouth off of hers and pressed his nose against hers. 'Unless you tell me not to, I'm going to cum inside you' he rasped out. His brain tried to take over, but he ignored it. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid,' it whispered to him. She closed her eyes and sighed, 'yes, cum inside me,' she groaned against his mouth. She clenched around him tightly and moaned out his name as she came.
It was the hottest thing he ever heard. The air was buzzing, he couldn't hear anything but their breathing, he thought his heart would explode until he couldn't take any more and he came so hard he thought he might have had a stoke from the intensity of his physical release and the tautness of his muscles. Still panting, he wasn't sure how long they stood there. He was still inside her when their breaths started to even out. He eventually looked up into her eyes, then she slowly smiled at him. His eyes narrowed. 'What the fuck did you do?' he growled at her harshly, removing himself roughly causing them both to wince.
'What?' she asked softly, confused her face falling.
He was so angry he didn't catch the hurt in her tone. 'What did you do to me?' he accused, stepping back and pulling up his pants, doing the buckle.
'I-I didn't do anything,' she said in a small voice, reaching out to catch herself as he abruptly pulled back from her, making her loose her balance.
'Don't give me that, cut the crap, that never would have happened if- you hadn't tricked me,' Nick spewed at her. Turning his back on her so he could straighten out his clothes.
'T-tricked you?' she repeated like she didn't understand the word, she was still half perched on the counter too stunned to move.
'Unreal, you can't get a man on your own so you what, cast a spell,' Nick accused, his voice dripping with venom, 'used your voodoo on me. Just like you did to Hank.'
'No, Nick-' Adalind started but he interrupted.
'Save it, you're a sad, pathetic, lying bitch,' he stood with his hands on his hips, as she tried to cover herself, 'you're a user, and you don't care about anyone but yourself. You're disgusting,' he hissed. She sat there with her mouth open in shock, ' I don't even- son of a bitch,' he threw out at her, turning and swinging the door wide open as he exited leaving her sitting on the counter with her panties around her ankles.
He stomped back up the stairs to the restaurant, he never wanted to see her again. 'You said she was the liar,' he told himself. He'd give anything to do that again.
Adalind slid down off the counter and pulled her dress down. She stood frozen for several minutes. Hearing female voices outside the door she quickly bent down, shimmied her panties back up and grabbed her phone. Not being able to look at herself in the mirror, she simply looked down at herself to make sure her clothes where back in place.
Shock kept her standing there staring at the door for a few more moments when the sudden urge to bolt overwhelmed her. She threw the door open without thinking someone might see her and hurried up the short flight of stairs and turning left toward the front doors instead of right toward their table. She made a bee line for the door, clearing it she thought she was home free until she heard her name.
'Adalind!' She heard Juliette call, she considered ignoring her but, she knew she was too close to do that. Juliette must have seen her leaving. She stopped and as she was turning around, she remembered she checked her clothes but not her hair. She ran a hand over it while placing a fake smile on her face, 'sorry, I have an emergency-'
Juliette interrupted her, 'that's ok, Hank left already,' Adalind could feel Nick standing beside Juliette but never spared him a glance, 'the guys have a call,' Juliette said with a syrupy giggle, 'it happens all the time. It was really nice to meet you.'
'Great,' Adalind said absently, 'of course it was,' falling back onto her go to arrogance to mask her hurt. Adalind turned to leave once again when Juliette stopped her.
'Adalind, your things,' Adalind turned to see her purse and jacket in Juliette's hand.
Reaching for them, Adalind flashed her that fake smile again, 'thank you,' she said curtly. She turned quickly, feeling the tears fall hopelessly down her face as she then hurried away never sparing them another glance.